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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.