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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.