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 Romania 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Suicide,
CMW,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.