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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.