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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.