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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.