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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.