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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.