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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.