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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.