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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.