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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.