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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.