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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Index,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.