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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.