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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.