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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.