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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.