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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.