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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.