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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Inner City 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Pole,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.