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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.