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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.