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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.