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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.