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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.