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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 Portland and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.