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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Slits,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.