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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.