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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.