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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.