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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.