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 Russia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.