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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.