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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.