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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.