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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.