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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.