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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 DJ Sneak 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Monks,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.