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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Erasure,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.