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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Associates 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.