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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.