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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.