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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.