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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
The Human League,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.