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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.