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 Belgium 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.