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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
UT,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.