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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.