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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.