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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.