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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.