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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Scion,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.