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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.