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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.