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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.