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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Television,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.