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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.