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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.