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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.