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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.