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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.