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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.