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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.