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 France and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.