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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.