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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.