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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.