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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.