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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Crime,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.