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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.