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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.