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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.