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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.