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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.