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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
the Human League,
CMW,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.