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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Faust,
Echospace,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.