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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Vogues,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.