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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.