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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Oblivians,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
X-102,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.