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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.