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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.