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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.