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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.