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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.