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 India and from Accra.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.