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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.