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 Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.