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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Scion,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
the Slits,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.