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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.