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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Fear,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.