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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.