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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Jandek,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.