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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Whodini,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.