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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.