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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
the Swans,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.