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 London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.