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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.