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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.