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 Belarus 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.