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 Paraguay and from London.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Crime,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.