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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.