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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.