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 Costa Rica 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.