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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
CMW,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.