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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.