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 Germany 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.