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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Gong,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.