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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Skarface,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.