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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.