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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.