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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.