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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.