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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Victims,
Gong,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Can,
Yaz,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.