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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.