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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.