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 Mexico and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.