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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.