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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
UT,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.