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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Quantec,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.