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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.