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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.