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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.