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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.