Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.