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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.