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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.