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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.