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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.