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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.