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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.