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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Wake,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.