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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Television,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.