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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.