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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.