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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.