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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Ronan,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.