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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
UT,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.