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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.