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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 JFA to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.