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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.