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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Brick,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.