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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.