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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.