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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.