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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Brick,
Echospace,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.