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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Move,
AZ,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.