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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.