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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Nico,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.