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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.