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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.