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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.