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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.