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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Fear,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.