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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.