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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.