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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.