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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The Associates,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
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.