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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.