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 Fiji 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.