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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.