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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.