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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.