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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.