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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.