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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Wire,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.