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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.