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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.