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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.