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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.