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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.