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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.