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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Monolake,
Can,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Organ,
the Association,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.