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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.