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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.