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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.