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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Television,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.