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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.