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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.