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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Scion,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.