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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.