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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
June Days,
Ronan,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.