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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
New Order,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.