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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.