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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.