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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.