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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.