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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.