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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
AZ,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.