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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.