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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.