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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.