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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.