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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.