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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.