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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
JFA,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.