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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.