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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.