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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.