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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.