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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.