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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.