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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.