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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.