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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.