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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Crime,
10cc,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.