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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.