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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.