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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.