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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.