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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.