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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.