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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Smog,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.