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 Niger and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.