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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.