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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.