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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.