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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.