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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
UT,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.