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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.