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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.