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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.