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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
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Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.