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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.