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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.