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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.