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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.