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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.