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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.