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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.