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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.