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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Jandek 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Scion,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.