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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.