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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.