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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
10cc,
Ludus,
Lalann,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.