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 Mauritania 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 Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.