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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.