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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.