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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.