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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.