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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.