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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.