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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.