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 Albania 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.