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 India and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.