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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.