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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.