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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.