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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.