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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Nico,
UT,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.