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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.