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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.