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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.