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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.