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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.