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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.