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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.