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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.