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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.