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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.