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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Trojans to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.