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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.