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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.