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 New York.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.