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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
AZ,
the Slits,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.