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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
AZ,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.