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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.