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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.