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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.