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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Q65,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.