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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Victims to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.