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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.