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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Brick,
Organ,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.