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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.