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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.