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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.