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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Can,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.