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 Oman and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.