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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.