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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.