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 Tehran.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.