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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.