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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.