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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.