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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.