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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.