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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.