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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, 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.