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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.