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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Nas,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.