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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
the Germs,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.