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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.