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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.