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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.