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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.