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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.