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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.