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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
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Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.