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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.