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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.