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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.