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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.