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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.