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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.