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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.