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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Rakim,
the Swans,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.