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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Harry Pussy 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Fear,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.