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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.