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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.