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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.