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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Germs to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.