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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.