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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.