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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.