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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.