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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
AZ,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.