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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.