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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.