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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.