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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.