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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
John Cale,
cv313,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.