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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.