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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.