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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.