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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.