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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.