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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.