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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.