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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.