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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.