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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.