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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Stooges to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Monks,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.