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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.