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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.