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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Television,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.