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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.