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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.