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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.