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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.