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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.