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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.