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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.