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 France and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.