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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
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The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.