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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Ludus,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.