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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.