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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.