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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.