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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.