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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.