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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.