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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.