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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.