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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
X-101,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.