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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Television,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Scion,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.