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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.