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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.