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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.