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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Index,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.