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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.