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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.