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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.