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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.