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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Residents,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.