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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.