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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.