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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.