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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Cure,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.