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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.