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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.