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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.