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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.