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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.