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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Neu! to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.