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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.