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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.