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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.