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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.