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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.