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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.