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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.