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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.