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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.