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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.