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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.