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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.