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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.