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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.