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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.