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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.