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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
MDC,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.