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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.