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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.