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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.