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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.