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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.