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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.