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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.