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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.