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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.