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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.