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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.