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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.