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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.