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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Busters,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.