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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.