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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.