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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Index 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Nico,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.