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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.