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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.