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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.