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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.