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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Magma,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.