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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.