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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
X-101,
Quadrant,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.