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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.