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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.