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 France and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
X-102,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.