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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.