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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.