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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.