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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.