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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 cv313 to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.