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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.