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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.