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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.