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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.