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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.