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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.