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 Laos 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Television,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Index,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.