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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Skarface,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.