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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.