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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.