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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.