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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.