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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Slave,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.