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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.