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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Slave,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Ludus,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Cameo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.