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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.