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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.