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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.