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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.