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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.