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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Shoche 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.