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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.