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 Australia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.