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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Mars,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.