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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.