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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.