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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.