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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.