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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.