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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Technova,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.