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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Franke,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.