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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.