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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.