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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.