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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.