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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Human League,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.