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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.