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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.