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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.