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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.