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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.