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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.