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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
X-102,
David McCallum,
MC5,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.