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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.