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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Television,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Index,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.