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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.