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 Guatemala 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.