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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.