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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.