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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.