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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
X-102,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Can,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.