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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.