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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.