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 South and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.