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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.