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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.