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 Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.