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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.