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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Can,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.