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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.