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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.