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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.