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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.