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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cure to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.