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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.