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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.