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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.