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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.