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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Saints,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.