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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.