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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.