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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.