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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.