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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.