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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Slave,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.