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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Television,
Monolake,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.