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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 808 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.