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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.