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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.