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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.