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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.