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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Swans,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.