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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Fear,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.