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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.