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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.