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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.