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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.