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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Wings,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.