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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.